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stress dreams make me cranky.

well, that was fun. thanks, Melissa Terrell, for the hanging out. (and for helping me get out of the hammock.)

i'm super tired of worrying about the future.

is it too soon to make a half-hearted joke about how one downside of britain voting to leave the eu is that the horribly annoying term "brexit" isn't going to go away?

okay, yeah, that sky is pretty green.

in an alternate universe, my alternate self is buying Hamilton: An American Musical tickets today.

turns out that i CAN turn in my graduate application even though it's late. fingers crossed!

second day in a row getting unwanted attention on the way home. i don't know how much bitchier my "leave me alone" face and obvious giant headphones can get.

Today's update: I've been forced to listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Loop" Sirius station since 11am. The only reasons I haven't killed anyone are the random Nirvana and Weezer songs. Also super weird: Chris Rock is the host. Yes, that one.

yeah, six hours of sleep is not enough.

the guy at the corner store just told me he can't "look at me that way" cause it's Ramadan. #grroooooossss

love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love

in other news, i'm having troubles wrapping my head around how people can be capable of so much hate. i have no words, except to echo kurt vonnegut: "there's only one rule...goddamn it, you've got to be kind".

after approximately 16 hours (give or take an hour) of sleep in the past 24 hours, i think i kicked whatever was brewing in my sinuses. phew.

are you kidding me? i finally get a day where i don't have to do anything or go anywhere, and my sinus start acting like they're going to get infected. uugggghhhh...

dear self: when you put heavy whipping cream in your iced coffee and shake it to mix in the sugar, don't be surprised when it starts thickening into whipped cream.